"Perfect" CompanionPeople, commonly teenage girls like myself, talk about the "perfect" partner. Common traits between these "perfect" spouses are cute, funny, loyal, trustworthy, understanding, the list goes on. And most people know that they're never actually going to find this person, because they set the bar too high. We all know our prince charming isn't going to rush in to save us. Our princess is not going to be waiting for us in the highest tower of the castle. We're essentially looking for a god/goddess. But in the end, we end up finding a person, who, in our eyes, is perfect, but still isn't necessarily the perfect god/goddess. They will still have flaws as they are human. Essentially, we want our partner to be a dog. Most dogs are loyal, caring, cute and almost everything else that can be considered perfect as a human. Dogs are always there for you and never judge you. So, as people, we need to stop dreaming for a dog prince/princess and just find our flaw-filled human.
That Other SideI love that other side of youThat I get to seeThat I am privileged to see.The side of youThat shows what you're feeling.What you're thinking.The side I see is sometimes sad.Or angry.Afraid.Tired.Worried.Alone.It's not that I like to see you like thatBut it just means that I know youI've earned enough of your trust.I do hate seeing you like that.I'm always worried about you.But I still love that side.Because that side is who you are.It defines the way you live your life.And showing someone else who you really areIs difficult.And I feel completely honouredTo know that side of youAnd that's why I love it.
For it to WorkFriendship is such a delicate thing.It's so, so rewarding;But it can crumble at the slightest touch.For it to work,You have to be yourself around themBecause fake friends don't end well.For it to work,You should care for themBecause that's your responsibility as a friend.For it to work,You must be willing to forgive themBecause we all screw up sometimes.For it to work,You need be able to trust themBecause you can't keep everything to yourself.For it to work,You need to able to come out of a fightHead to head, arm in armWalking away knowing it's made you both stronger.
Youyour nameleaves a foul taste in my mouthyour presencemakes me want to spityour voiceannoys my conscienceyour treacherymakes me regret ever trusting anyoneand yet...your nameleaves a sense of old comfortyour presencegives me to urge to hug youyour voicereminds me of the good timesyour helpmakes me want to forgetwhy did you do this to me?
Dogs Don't Cryhave you ever seen a dog cry?because you never willthey have no need tothey are nearly always happytheir only distant worrywhen they will hear the food fallor the time left till they roam freebut with the great happinessthey bear a terrifying cursethe loss of words to express the sadnessthe comfort they cannot provide to the masterall they have are the drooping ears,the pleading look'and the tongue to lap up the tearsthe tears they cannot shedso they can have their great happiness
Into the VoidI'll traipse into the void,And find something new.Something no one else dares to doSomething that will bring me back.The void is nothingBut at the same time,It is everythingEverything unknown,Everything known,And that little bit in betweenMaybe I'll find a new worldOr a new universeBut the only thing I desperately wantIs someone to trustSomeone to knowSomeone to understandSo I have a plan.And it's really quite simple,I'll traipse into the void,And find something new.
From Flight to FlightlessThe ostrich used to have the highest flight of all the birds and the fastest run of all the beasts. Often he would brag to the other animals about his skills. One day the animals got so annoyed, they knew they had to do something, so they held a secret meeting. They discussed ways they could teach Ostrich a lesson by using his weaknesses against him. His biggest weakness was food. The boar suggested they hold an eating contest, so that Ostrich would eat so much, his wings wouldn't be able to lift him. They gathered as much food as they could and piled it in a massive mound. Boar told Ostrich about the contest, and he instantly agreed, boasting how he would reign supreme. The next day he showed up at the pile of food. Assessing his competition of Bear and Lion, he figured he would win. "On your marks" Leopard cried. "Get set!" He yelled. "GO!" The three animals immediately started eating. Bear and Lion ate slowly, so that ostrich could eat enough to gain lots of weight. When the contest
Ungrateful SocietyI'm so sick of this bullshit societyWhere if we try and do something niceWe get hate in returnIt's as if good is no longer the normIt's just one of those things that people talk aboutNever do themEven if someone trying to help may not have been what you wantedShouldn't you be grateful?It's simple thingsLike telling someone they look beautifulAnd they respond almost immediately"No I don't, I'm so ugly!"And complicated thingsLike helping someone with a projectAnd being treated like shit because you did it wrongEven if you took out several hours of your time to help themOur society is full of greedy bastardsAnd I'm not saying I'm always gratefulBut I try my best to be.Give someone the respect they deserveEven if it wasn't what you needed at this point
her nightmare.she was good girl,an amazing friend,a perfect daughter,popular in school,until she relieved her true self.her friends defined her as a sick freak.her parents kick her out.she was bullied,'till she was bruised on the ground.her life broke down,she cried herself to sleep,hoping she never wakes up.why?- because she kissed a girl.
Coming Out to my momI wanted to approach itAs carefully as possibleI wanted to finally be myselfWith my always loving momI knew it had to come out eventuallyCouldn't remain a white elephant foreverIf only I'd known what she would sayOh if only I had been more clever
We were having such a nice timeJust sitting, laughing, watching t.v.Finally some time aloneJust her and meWe were settled downFinally the time was rightA moment just between usOn a calm winter's night"Mom, I have to tell you something."I started, keeping my voice calm"What is it honey?"She smiled back, and I felt a sudden qualmIs this the right choice?Should I really reveal the truth?What if she's upset, or disappointed, or kicks me out?The one who has always been there since my youth
Well, it's now or never
I braced myself, now is the time.I opened my mouth and shakily said"Mom, I am bi."She had no pauseIn her responseAnd she quickly spouted"No you're not."I was in shockHow could this be?She wa
Who Can SayYou are, to me, attractivethough you aresome saytoo much like mefor me to love youWho can saywho I can care forwho can I care forif not herif not youYou are, to me, lovingthough you aresome saytougher than nailstoo scary to love youWho can saywho I can care forwho can I care forif not herif not youif her is you
Sometimes It's Not EnoughI'm starting to wonder almost every dayIf I'll be able to put the pieces back into placeOr if I'll have to watch them all burn awayThe love we share, the friendship we haveFeels like it's all dissolving so quicklyAnd I can't do anything to stop itI wonder if maybe you'd be happierWith anyone but me, especially herI'm sure she still cares about youI wonder if I should just take that leapJust leave everyone and everything behindAnd finally make this pain go awayBut I can't bring myself toBecause no matter how much I tryI can't convince myself any of this is trueI know (I hope) you still love meEven with all that I've messed upAnd continue to keep breakingAnd I can't leave any of youI know how much you need meAnd I need youBut sometimes
It's just not enough
To Have and to HoldI stood silently in my room, peering through the cracked doorway at the scene unfolding before me. My vision fell over the broad shoulders of the large, blonde man that was my father. His skin was perfectly tanned, as though the sun had paid him special affection. He was talking quietly in that low voice that I hoped to inherit, speaking softly and slowly to the boy who had my heart.My lover stood calmly, his face expressionless as he heard my father's words. Sapphire eyes stared intently from between his long lashes, and I could tell just by their flashing that he was unhappy. He gave his head a slight flick, to move the ebony strands of hair from his eyes. I strained to hear what was unsettling him."...didn't raise a sinner. You're going to drag my son to Hell with you. Is that what you want?" The words stung, and I prayed I had heard my father wrong.My boy's eyes narrowed, but he didn't say anything. Religion was irrelevant to him, I knew that. But it still hurt to hear such utte
don't you ever leave me.i was walking to the store,when i saw her sitting in the pier.tears dropped in to the ocean,as she shed them,regretting everything.i sat by her,doing nothing but,staring in front of me."it was a mistake."she whispered.i turned to her,"what was a mistake?""to kiss another girl.i was not supposed to fall in love,with a girl.i'm a freak."she sobbed.i looked at her and as another tear was dropping to the ocean,i catch it in the palm of my hand."loving someone shouldn't make you feel like a freak;it's supposed to make you feel whole.""i hate you." she said and took my hand."and i am so scared to love you."i looked to her blue eyes,they were so deep,like the ocean,that sucked her tears."don't you ever leave me."i said and leaned against her.it was jump to the unknown,every time i kissed her.every time i fall in love with her again."i love you." we said together.
Spirit Day13, 14, 15, 17, 18, 19...Just random numbers, or the ages of ten young boys when their lives were needlessly lost.These boys had never met, and had only four things in common.They all resided across the United States of America, in New Jersey, California, Minnesota, Rhode Island, Texas, Wisconsin, Colorado, Massachusetts, and Indiana.They were all raised in loving homes.All had friends and family that loved them.They all commited suicide because of the constant bullying they received when schoolmates found out they were, or suspected them of being gay. One of these boys wasn't even gay, he was straight but was still tormented like he was until he could take no more.This one simple fact was enough for these bright young boys to choose death over one more day of torture.Over one more day of hell on Earth because others were too homophobic to just let them be.These deaths were not neccessary. Needless blood has been shed.And still no one seems to care other than o
UnraveledAll her ties are becoming unraveled
I LoveI love saying helloEach time that we meetWith a hug so invitingAnd smiles so sweet.I love being with youAnd hearing you speak.I miss your voice soBy the end of the week.I love every breath,Every move, every touch.No words can describeHow I love you so much.I love every kiss,And so that, dear, is whyI don't mind much, each night,When we both say goodbye.
Lump Of CoalWould it bother you to hear me talk about boys?What about other girls?Well maybe not.But the way you say.You want a boyfriend.Makes me feel like I don't exist.Like I'm some sort of on the side.That I'm not really here.What am I?Am I just a plaything?Just until you can get a boy?Then will I be thrown away?Am I just a tissue?To be tossed away?When you're done with me?It hurts to think that that's what I am.But it seems to sound like it.Because you say you want a boy.What does that make me?Are girls not the same as boys?Well I know they're different.But when dating, please treat them the same.If you had a boyfriend, would you tell him.Would you tell him about your perfect man?I don't mind being your friend.And at the same time something else.But sometimes it hurts me to be treated.Treated l
GSA Lunch time rolled around. I padded down the empty halls towards C115. The door was closed. I could feel my heart beating. It was like I was risking my secret on this door knob. I slowly reached forward and set my hand on the cold metal. Was I ready to come out to myself? Was I ready to face the truth? I turned the handle and opened the door. I slipped into a desk and surveyed the crowd. I didn't see the blonde girl from the hall; but I did see a lot of, what looked like, juniors and seniors. "Hi I'm Adriana," a girl with the long black hair said. I nodded and replied with a quiet, "I'm Talia." "What year are you?" she smiled. "Freshman," I replied as my face got redder and redder. "Wow! You are? We haven't had a freshman all year!" I was amazed when I heard that. Adriana Grabbed another boy's attention and he too was excited to have a freshman in the club. As more students entered the class room my Drama class T.A., Natha
Fag."God hates fags"I don't much like them either, they make it harder to breathe.fag - slang. a ciggarette